Christopher Mendez

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For as much shit as I’d given Raymond over his office job at Lexus Language Services, my job was phenomenally shittier.

When I’d gone to school for computer programming, my primary goal had been to get a job in app development. The plan had not been to become the IT guy in an office for a bunch of assholes who didn’t know their DVD drive from a coffee cup holder.

That had actually happened once. The little old lady who worked in the front office had been using her ejected DVD drive to rest her mug, and had broken it off. This is what I did for a living. That and plugging in people’s power cords after they put in a ticket to say their computer “wasn’t working” before checking to see whether or not maintenance had accidentally unplugged their machine overnight.

The only redeeming quality of this entire outfit was that they’d made me the IT supervisor. Now, I got to dole out those bullshit tickets to other people and worry about the bigger problems. I also got to spend downtime on Facebook chatting with my friends.

Stephanie: What are you doing later? I’m going over to Ray and David’s for dinner.

Chris: how come

Stephanie: Because I want to eat?? What do you mean how come?

Chris: cuz your man be acting mad jealous whenever you go near ray

Stephanie: . . . . .

Chris: lmaoooo

Stephanie: Okay, first off—Angel isn’t my man.

Chris: yea aiight lolzzzzz

Stephanie: I hate you.

Chris: so does that mean I am no longer invited for dinner? Good thing I already have plans ;)

Stephanie: With who? You have no plans.

Chris: I for real have plans. Big plans

Stephanie: Bigly plans?

Chris: SO BIGLY. Sort of like a date

Stephanie: Stop lying Christopher

Chris: I am so serious right now. It’s a gay ass date too

Stephanie: Right.

Chris: remember the QFindr thingy? Photo shoot thingy?

Stephanie: Uh-huh.

Chris: remember that dude jace?

Stephanie: Uh-huh.

Chris: im hanging out with him and his man tonight

Stephanie: I’m calling him to verify your bullshit.

Chris: oh I forgot you hang out with the rich folks these days

Stephanie: They have better weed than you sooo . . .

Chris: I flipped off my screen just so you know

She went quiet, which meant she was legit fact-checking my story. Why she could never let shit slide was beyond me, but I blamed the fact that she worked for an attorney. Also that she was a pain in the ass. You didn’t see me fact-checking her wack ass claim that she and Angel weren’t secretly exchanging promise rings while pretending to despise each other every two months.

“Chris, I’m leaving.”

I flashed a deuce at Robert, my super annoying coworker who took this job way too seriously, and stared at Facebook. This whole thing with Jace and Aiden had started a month ago, and it had taken them that long to convince me to hang out with them. They hadn’t been yanking my arm or anything. More like Jace had been eager in a way that had startled the hell out of me, Aiden had told him to cool it, then they’d leave me alone for like five days, and I’d come scraping back to make awkward small talk out of fear of them forgetting my existence.

It was a cycle that had gone on multiple times until Aiden finally messaged me outside of the group chat. About UFC.

If anyone tried to talk to me about dating or hooking up, regardless of who it was, I froze. Without fail. It’d been that way since high school. But talk to me about some Nate Diaz, and I was all ears. I’d had a boner for the Diaz brothers forever.

After all of that bullshit and pussyfooting around, Aiden had asked if I wanted to come over to watch last weekend’s fight and eat some wings, and I’d agreed. Wings were easy. UFC was easy. Having Jace describe the logistics of a threesome was hard. Literally. I swore he’d been trying to sext me a couple of times and my response had been “lol okay” or “wow.”

I was a fucking idiot.

And now because of Stephanie’s extended silence, I was paranoiding myself into believing I’d misunderstood the entire conversation. What if it wasn’t today? What if he’d been joking? It was hard to tell when texting. This was why I didn’t hang out with anyone but the jokers I’d grown up with. The fact that I was trying to go on a non-platonic outing with a couple of beautiful queer dudes with next level amounts of experience at sex clubs was dumb, anyway. I was a noob.

Stephanie: Wow.

Chris: what

Stephanie: I’m impressed, Christopher.

Chris: with what

Stephanie: I clearly underestimated you!

Chris: what the fuck are you saying to me right now

Stephanie: I mean me and Ray always suspected you were a little heteroflexible

Chris: I don’t know what that word is

Stephanie: It means you mostly like women but occasionally are A+ about being in a polyamorous sandwich

Chris: I don’t know that word either

Stephanie: . . .

Stephanie: You need to try harder.

Chris: at what?

Stephanie: At thinking. Btw, Aiden is out in the lobby waiting for you.

I jumped to my feet and hurried around my desk. The office was mostly empty at 5:15 on a Friday, so no one stopped me as I hauled ass through the open concept space to get to the lobby. I came to an abrupt stop just outside the door and chewed on the inside of my cheek before peeking around the door frame.

Aiden was sitting in one of the plush arm chairs—the only two decent chairs in the lobby since I’d been the one to demand we order them—all CEOed up in a black suit. It must have been tailored for him because his biceps and broad shoulders weren’t doing their best to explode out of the fabric like the last time I’d seen him all done up.

He sat with one ankle resting on the opposite knee, one hand holding his phone and the other running over the red scruff covering his jaw. He had me outclassed in the clothes department, but my ass didn’t leave the house without my face looking like a Gillette’s commercial. It had been an important part of my mother’s child rearing.

As proud as I was of my clean shave and sharp haircut, I was starting to doubt my decision to go with jeans, Timbs, and a Deadpool T-shirt for this little outing. Was it an outing if you were in someone else’s house?

I started to step back but my phone chimed loud enough to alert the entire building that I was in the doorway creeping on this dude. Aiden looked up and grinned a grin of the perfectly normal. If I saw him on the E train on my way home, I would never expect that he was rich. When I saw people like Caleb, Mere, and Ashton, I could just tell they had money. It wasn’t even their clothes—just something about them screamed, I think I’m better and cooler than you. Although, that hadn’t been the case for Ashton. He was just sort of manic and angsty and blond.

“Hey,” I said to Aiden. “When’d you get here?”

“Coupla minutes ago.”

He eased up off the chair and Jesus fucking Christ this dude was tall. I already had a complex from hanging out with guys like Raymond for all these years, but Aiden had a couple of inches on him. Why couldn’t the Mendez people have found some genes that would have pushed me a little higher than 5’8”?

“Okay, lemme go get my shit.”

I once again backtracked out the door, hurrying like my backpack and computer were on fire and I had to go tend to them right now, but Aiden grabbed my arm. He raised an eyebrow.

“You okay?”

“Uhhh. Yes?”

“Is that a statement or a question?”

“Both?”

Aiden fought a smile and pretty much failed. I didn’t blame him.

“Do you still want to come by? We can push it back if you want.” He paused, waited for a response, then said, “Or we could just cancel?”

“No!” I backed up another step and put my hand on the doorframe. “Uh, unless you do? That’s cool. I’m sure you have better shit to do than hanging out with me and watching fights that were already spoiled all over Twitter.”

Aiden looked at him sideways. “We’ve been trying to get you to come over for a month, man. I took the subway in rush hour to meet you here. I’m not trying to back out.”

Well, that was weird.

“Look,” I started nervously. “I know you don’t know me very well, but I’m sort of worried that you’re expecting my company to be waaaaay more interesting than it actually is. I’m pretty much useful for three things—” I held up a finger. “Witty commentary whenever fighters do their walk outs to extremely wack music.” I held up another finger. “Wise cracks whenever someone does an arm bar because someone’s face almost always ends up pressed into someone else’s crotch or ass.” I held up the third. “And making bomb empanadas.”

Aiden’s face lit up. “So, what you’re saying is, if we stop by the supermarket you’re going to make me some empanadas, right?”

“Nobody said that. Besides, the chances of me finding empanada shells in a supermarket in, like, SoHo or wherever the hell you live are—”

“I live in Long Island City.”

Ohhh, a fellow Queens dude. I could relate to people who lived in Queens. Sometimes. Unless they were twelve deep in an apartment full of Ivy League kids from out of town driving up the cost of living and gentrifying boroughs. No one was trying to live on a block where they could get kale smoothies after going to “bikram yoga.” Whatever the hell that even was.

“All right, well, don’t say I didn’t warn your ass when I just eat seventy-five percent of your wings while making fun of every fight before either passing out or abruptly leaving,” I said. “I do the abrupt departure thing pretty frequently.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like saying goodbye to people?”

“Why not?”

“I dunno. It’s awkward. I do anything to escape potentially awkward situations, man.”

Aiden took another step closer. His legs appeared to be double the length of mine, though, so he was in my face a lot faster than I’d expected. With him only a couple of inches away, it was hard to keep ignoring that—yes this dude was mad attractive. And yes—the idea of doing some triple threat horizontal tango with him and Mr. Pantene Pro V in LIC would be . . . interesting.

The prospect of a male-on-male-on-male threesome should have been freaking me out by now, or at least that’s what I’d told myself, but my primary concern was keeping them entertained. The actual worst humiliation I could think of was Aiden Fairbairn taking me home, getting bored with me, and sending my ass back to South Jamaica in a cab.

Canceling would have been the better option.

“Let me go grab my stuff.”

“All righty . . .”

I turned and speed walked back to my desk. Once there, I took a deep breath, glanced at my reflection in the glass partition separating my “office” from the open concept area, and turned back to Facebook.

Chris: this was a bad idea

Stephanie: Shut the fuck up and go get laid.

Jesus.

I turned off the computer and shoved my laptop into my backpack. It was huge and full of a ton of crap, which would ensure that my short ass looked like a fifth grader heading home from his first day at school. The chances of me impressing either of them were so slim I told myself not to worry about it. We’d go to their crib, kick it for a while, they’d realize I wasn’t their usual kind of conquest, and we’d call it a night.

Although, I had to admit, being somebody’s conquest felt pretty dope. Even if this didn’t pan out, was kind of cool to be pursued. My entire life had been spent in the shadow of people like Angel and Raymond—ideal specimens of masculinity with perfect faces. No one had noticed me while hanging out with them.

“You ready?” Aiden asked, grinning after I appeared in the lobby once again.

“Yup. Let’s do this.”

We took the train into Queens, which surprised me. I had it in my head that people like Aiden, who were in the same category as Caleb, Ashton, and Meredith, took cabs or slick town cars everywhere. My rich people hookup fantasy was shattered once he led me to the subway with the rest of the suckers.

“This would have been way cooler if you’d had a car downstairs waiting for us,” I confided as we descended the steps to the subway. “Like you in your suit and me with my fifty-pound backpack getting in a black Lincoln. That would have been tight as fuck.”

Aiden slipped his Metro Card from his pocket, snickering. “What, you thought this was some Fifty Shades of Queer set up?”

“Yup. Do you have a play room?”

“My entire apartment is a play room, bro. Have you met my husband? We don’t exactly keep it to one location in the house.”

“Good for you. I’m lucky if I get any action in my own damn bed with my right hand.”

We walked towards the E train, our conversation lost in the rush of bodies moving around us. He could have started describing exactly what they did in every corner of their place and nobody around us would have given a single fuck. But that was New York for you, and it was why I loved it.

Also why I hated it. Being anonymous started to suck after years and years of doing nothing but blending in with the crowd.

Aiden led me towards the center of the Queens-bound platform with his hands in his pockets. He stopped with his back against a column and raised an eyebrow.

“Am I gonna have to find somewhere to score Viagra for you?”

“What?”

“You just stood there and told me you have trouble getting off even when you jack it. I mean I don’t judge people, but Jace . . .”

I snorted out a laugh. “I’m not impotent, you jackass. I just have a habit of falling asleep in front of my Xbox cuddled up to a bag of Doritos. That shit is serious stress release, man. After working and commuting, I spend a few hours in front of my TV. And usually fall asleep there.”

This was usually the part when people mocked me for being more into video games than getting laid—because they thought life started and ended with regular sex—but Aiden smiled.

“You’re cute as hell. I can see why Jace wants to defile you.”

“Defile, huh?” It was hot as hell in the depths of the subway. I blamed that for the sweat breaking out on my forehead. “That’s a strong word.”

“Ha. Trust me, Christopher. It might not be strong enough.”

I spent the rest of the subway ride (All two trains of it. Seriously, this was not the seduction of my fantasies. The chick in Fifty Shades never had to take the 7 train into Queens) trying to figure out how defile wasn’t a powerful enough description. For someone with a limited sex life, I still had a filthy imagination. When I died, I had plans in place for Raymond or Stephanie or Tonya to wipe my browser history before allowing anyone to go near my shit. I was counting on them to die after me for specifically that reason. So, yeah, “defile” already painted some dirty-ass pictures.

“You look nervous,” Aiden said after we got off in Hunters Point.

“Nah.”

I turned away, walking in no particular direction since I had no idea where they lived, but he grabbed my arm.

“Wait.”

I waited.

“I want to make sure we’re on the same page before we go upstairs. Jace is under the impression that you’re one hundred percent on board with whatever he has in his head, but I’m starting to wonder if he even told you what the fuck was in his head.” Aiden glanced over my shoulder, mouth twisting up in a fond smile. “I love my husband, but he tends to assume everyone thinks the way we do.”

“Uh. Okay? I’m starting to think y’all are trying to induct me into a cult. Or turn me loose somewhere and then hunt me down, Surviving the Game style. Did you see that movie?”

Aiden’s shoulders were shaking with laughter. “Yeah, Chris. I seen the movie.”

“It was fucked up, right?”

“Right.”

I nodded seriously. “Taught me not to trust some rich people who are trying to lure me into unknown situations, but I’m hoping you guys are not sociopaths, and I’m just gonna get laid.”

By the time I finished speaking, Aiden was laughing so hard the yuppies entering the yoga studio next to the station were staring. I should have bet money they lived in a neighborhood like this. I’d called it, damn it.

“The plan is most definitely to get your cute ass laid.” Aiden wiped his eyes, still snickering. “I just want to make sure we’re all clear that Jace is gagging for you to dick him out.”

“Uh—”

“And at this point, I’m pretty impatient to do the same to you.”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Where was Raymond when I needed him? Scratch that, where was David? Now was not the time to deal with Raymond’s blank stares and wisecracks. David was definitely my go-to queer dude for gay sexing advice.

“Are you okay with that?” Aiden asked. “If not, just let me know what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

I glanced around again. Even on a lower key block, nobody gave a shit about us hashing out the logistics of a threesome.

“Chris?”

“I’m listening.” I stopped willing strangers to insert themselves into the conversation, and refocused on the redhaired linebacker who was apparently looking to get in my ass. “I knew where this was headed. I don’t usually exchange health docs with people I watch TV with. Or, uh, anyone. Usually I just use condoms.”

He smiled. “We like it messy.”

Oh fuck. My dick twitched.

“But I’ve never fucked with a dude before. Just an FYI.” I cleared my throat and adjusted the straps of my backpack. “In case you’re expecting me to be good at this.”

“So, you’re not worried about this being your first time with a guy. Two guys. And one fucking you?”

I shrugged. “I mean, the last girl I slept with was really into pegging so it’s not like I’m a butt virgin.”

Aiden cracked up again. “You’re great, kid.”

“Kid?” I wrinkled my nose. “What are you, an old man?”

“I got almost a decade on you, sweetheart.” Aiden reached out to run the tips of his fingers along my brow and then the side of my face. His fingers were callused, which was somehow reassuring. “Smooth baby soft skin.”

“I will die with my face looking this moisturized and youthful.”

He snickered again and stopped caressing me. It was kind of sad because his touch had caused my heart to beat a little faster. A good sign.

“So I’m clear, all you’re worried about . . . is not performing well?”

“No need to make it sound like my dick is gonna malfunction or something, but yeah.”

Aiden didn’t seem convinced. “Are you bi?”

“I dunno. I’m whatever, I guess.”

He stared at me.

“I’ve never really thought about it.” He held eye contact in a way that made me feel like he was analyzing every inch of my brain. And could see how panicky and nervous I was. “Let’s just say, I’m open to the experience and if that means I’m not straight . . . so be it. I’m not hung up on that, bro. I never have been.”

“Huh.” Aiden slowly nodded. “Heteroflexible?”

“This is the second time I’m hearing this word today.”

“Sexually fluid . . .”

“Dude, if you don’t stop trying to fit me into tags for your app, I’m getting back on the train.”

Aiden laughed again. He was the laughingest motherfucker I’d ever met. Good thing he had an actual good personality or it would have gotten old really fast.

“All right. I feel you. No labels just yet, and you just want to experiment. Or, rather, you don’t mind that we want you to experiment with us.”

“Right.”

“Well, let me put it to you like this, Christopher.” Aiden grabbed my wrist and tugged me along as he started walking. I expected him to let go once I followed, but he didn’t. “From what I’ve heard, you have a two liter dick and you’re really good at using it in threesomes. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Christ Almighty.

I was gonna kill Stephanie.

Aiden Fairbairn

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Finding a third wasn’t always as easy as some people thought it was. Especially when your lover is a highly neurotic and extremely demanding lover with an appetite that could take you three rounds in half a night. People wanted easy, and Jace wasn’t always easy. He was just Jace.

But Chris? He got along with Jace just fine.

We walked in, me oddly anxious and him a ball of nervous tension at my side, and found Jace balled up on the bed, asleep and wearing sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt. His Kindle was beside his pillow and a bottle of wine sat open on the bedside table. Not a good sign.

He’d been nervous all day. Nervous in a way I’d never seen about a one-off threeway, and he’d riled himself up into a wreck about how no one would ever understand or truly like him but me. I’d thought about warning Chris that he may be in A Mood but predisposing Chris about Jace’s thought processes didn’t seem like a good plan.

And Jace would cut off my nuts.

“Aww,” Chris said, dimpling at Jace. “He’s so fucking pretty. Jesus.”

“Tell me about it, kiddo. I have to beat dudes away with a stick.”

“I thought you were open.”

“Yeah, but on our terms. And we have specific terms.” I grabbed the open wine bottle and sniffed it. “Someone can’t just come up and start trying to pick up my husband in front of me. There’s terms and conversations, unless we’re at the club. Everyone there understands.”

I didn’t know if Chris knew about Liberty X, but he didn’t ask questions. Instead he nodded with a distinctly charming lack of skepticism or judgement, and walked over to stretch out next to Jace. I tensed, waiting for his presence at Jace’s back to trigger an elbow to the face or gut, but it didn’t happen. Chris walked his fingers up Jace’s spine without getting too close.

“Wake up, Pantene.”

“Mmm.”

Jace stirred. Chris inched closer and leaned up just enough to whisper in Jace’s ear. I couldn’t hear what he said, but I was all about that devilishly dimpled smile, and grinned when Jace’s eyes slid open. There were no signs of the cloud that had settled over him earlier in the day. He looked up at me, blinked, and then rolled over with the sunniest expression I’d seen in a week.

“Chris!”

“Pantene!”

Jace pulled Chris into a hug so tight I worried he’d break the guy’s back, but Chris just wound his arms around Jace and returned the embrace. So, a hugger then. That was good. Jace ran hot and cold erratically, but his hot ranged from Extreme Cuddler to Filthy Vixen. Right now he was in cuddle mode.

“I thought you’d think I was a fucking weirdo and back out,” Jace blurted.

Chris glanced at me, clearly startled. I shrugged.

“Uh no,” Chris said slowly. “Pretty sure I thought you’d want me to back out because I’m boring.”

“Shut up. You’re not boring. You’re handsome and funny and good at video games if I go by your Xbox prowess.”

Chris leaned back and looked at Jace sideways. “And how do you know that, Short, Pale, and Horny?”

“Um.” I could practically see Jace doing his sexy lip bite—the one he did when he wanted to avoid getting in trouble. “I asked Steph for your username a month or so ago, and sort of added you and played Call of Duty with you without telling you it was me? I’m sorry if that’s weird. I thought you wouldn’t play if you knew it was me.”

Way to be a creeper, Jace.

Chris bopped him on the nose with his finger. “That’s dumb. Also, in retrospect, I should have identified the big mouth named Queens Queer as someone from my growing circle of queer friends.”

“True. It’s all your fault.”

Chuckling, I backed out the door. “I’m gonna get a drink. Anyone want anything?”

“Dirty Martini?” Jace asked hopefully.

“Damn, you fancy bastard.” Chris tapped Jace’s nose again. “I’ll take a beer.”

“Bet.”

I left them to their Xbox conversation and pulled out my phone once in the kitchen. After thinking for a moment, I texted Oli and Caleb—friend, brother, and QFindr partners.

Aiden: Pretty sure I have a monstrous crush on our third.

Oli: Details, sir. Details.

Caleb: Your third, huh?

Aiden: bro, he’s not our employee.

Caleb: He was our model. His face is on our ads.

Aiden: Yeah, it is. Which is why I want his face touching my face, and maybe eventually getting real close to my dick. The kid is adorable. Serious dick sucking lips too. And that ass? My god. He must do a fuckton of squats.

Oli: I need to look at him again. I’m remembering him wrong.

Aiden: How are you remembering him?

Oli: Short and skinny?

Aiden: Yeah, you’re remembering him wrong. He’s not as tall as us big bastards, but he’s thick. Fills out his T-shirt nice. Mmm. But that ass. I want my face in that ass.

Oli: He’s bi?

Caleb: How’s Jace?

Aiden: I think he’s just fluid. Doesn’t seem dead set on any label just yet, but is severely unconcerned about me fucking his brains out. I made it clear it was my plan for the night, and he just shrugged. The Rodriguez brothers have the best friends.

Caleb: How many have you fucked now?

Aiden: Oh shut up. ANYWAY, Jace is fine. Jace likes him a lot. So much he worked himself into a goddamn fit worrying Chris doesn’t really like HIM.

Oli: Uhhhhhhhh

Aiden: I know

Oli: Are you okay with that?

Aiden: Yeah. I like him too. So we’ll see what happens. Maybe we’ll just be friends, or maybe this will be fun and we’ll do it again. Too early to say.

Oli: Good luck. I expect details later.

Caleb: Give them my love.

I made Jace’s drink and grabbed two beers. By the time I returned to our bedroom, they’d turned on Jace’s new TV—because he hated watching it in the living room while I worked—and were trying to find the Fight Pass app on his Xbox. Chris was wielding the control while Jace was plastered to his side, one hand casually draped on Chris’s stomach. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Watching the fight in here?”

Chris grabbed his beer. “Is that cool? Jace seems determined to become one with this mattress.”

“I’m Mattress Folk now,” Jace said, grabbing his martini. “You too can become Mattress Folk if you swap adult clothes for pajamas and stay in bed all day.”

“I’d probably lose my shit,” I said, flopping into the chair by the vanity. I spun it to face them and the TV, slumped down, thighs spread open as I clutched my beer in one hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chris give me a subtle once over. After taking a slow swig of my beer, I licked my lips and said, “I’m not used to being inactive.”

Chris looked at the television again. Jace grinned wickedly.

They found Fight Pass and the fight we’d planned to watch, but I watched them more than the screen. I wasn’t normally this obvious when we played with someone new—usually Jace was the one vamping it up while I diluted his potency with chatter and regular host shit. But this time the tables had turned. Jace was cuddled up to Chris like they’d been friends for years, now stroking bare skin where Chris’s T-shirt had ridden up, and I was impatiently horny.

It wasn’t just the way Chris sucked on the swell of his lower lip as he watched the fight, or that tantalizing happy trail I kept getting glimpses of, or even his half-grin that he likely didn’t realize was sexy as hell. It was also the casual way he kept an arm around Jace as if sensing my baby needed that anchor. The way he ruffled Jace’s hair or dropped a kiss on his forehead. How he pointed something out or took time to explain instead of zeroing in on the screen the way I was often guilty of.

That was the biggest source of tension between Jace and me. The times when he was most wound up and in need of reassurance were the times when my anxiety hit record highs, and I found something else to hyper focus on. Like work or sports. He often thought I was ignoring him, but I felt like I was trying to keep myself steady enough to handle both of our neuroses. If I was real about it, both of us had some pretty serious PTSD from our adolescence and neither of us dealt with it in the best ways. He spiraled, and I shut myself away from the world once I began to worry.

I was worried now. About work, and money, and my father having a change of heart and working to shut down QFindr. I was also worried about this night—which we’d both wanted for weeks—going wrong, and sending Jace into a self-loathing tail spin. But so far, there were no signs of disaster.

Chris effortlessly fit with us. It was a fucking turn on like nothing else.

I slumped lower, my hands draped over my crotch, and felt the first twinge of raw lust when Jace brushed his lips to the side of Chris’ neck. It was amazing he’d kept his hands off for this long. The kid was practically a hands-all-over zone. A lot of the people we hooked up with these days—well, all of them—were of a certain feather. They drenched themselves in designers and stayed poised at all times as if waiting for a camera to show up and catch them being themselves.

Chris was different. Those full lips, big dark eyes, cute button nose, and stocky body were just part of it. Everything in his posture, his accent, the way he cursed and joked on everything, and even that scar through his eyebrow, screamed not Liberty X. He was South Jamaica. He was Queens. Real talk—he was us. Jace blended with the Upper East Side crowd a little better than me just on account of being rarely beautiful, but I really didn’t try. I didn’t want to be one of them.

Chris was our type. One hundred percent.

Jace rolled onto his side with a sigh, his hand wandering lower as he turned brushes of his mouth into trailing kisses. They went over Chris’s neck and centered on his throat where he sucked on the prominent bulge there.

For the first time, Chris reacted. His eyes were still on the television, but there was no hiding the way his mouth fell open or the growing bulge in his jeans. And if that was his bulge half-hard, Stephanie had been right about his dick.

I adjusted my own and kept watching, still nursing my beer. Spectating as Jace worked someone over always got me going, but this was top notch. He was pulling out all the stops to seduce Chris, to ease him into it, and it was somehow sexier than the times he just ripped off his clothes and bent over.

Music flooded the room indicating a new fight was starting, but by the time Jace kissed Chris, the TV was forgotten. With his hand making short work of Chris’s belt and zipper, Jace had that big dick in hand as their tongues finally slid together.

We hadn’t tumbled a guy like Chris in a while—since we’d left our past behind to refashion ourselves for the future. I’d expected him to tense up, hesitate, maybe get rough or aggressive (which Jace liked but only on his terms), to show us he was still a man even if he fucked a queer, but there was none of that. Chris gripped the back of Jace’s head and thoroughly tongued him to the tune of decadent moans illustrating just how much Chris was enjoying the tight grip and tugging.

I took another slow swig from my beer and zeroed in on the glistening tip of Chris’s cock.

“You’re packing,” Jace said against his lips. “I could tell you were big, but it’s even better when you’re rocked up.”

Chris tilted his head back against the pillow, breathing hard. “Yeah, God took the inches off my height and added them to my dick.”

I choked on my beer. I fucking loved this kid.

Jace straddled Chris, pulling him into another sloppy kiss. Just when I could see the slick of their tongues and the aborted jerks of Chris’s hips, Jace started kissing down. He traced every line and vein, teasing his nipples, and turned Chris into a wreck.

Chris pressed a hand to Jace’s face, body tense, and free hand clutching the sheet.

“What do you want him to do, Christopher?”

He looked at me then, eyes shining in the dim golden light of the room, but he didn’t say anything. Just sucked in breaths and twitched as Jace sucked and nibbled at every inch of his torso. I loved Chris’s body. It was clear he worked out, but it wasn’t all unlikely abs and violently etched skin. Just sleek muscle beneath a thick padding of tawny golden brown skin leading to the thatch of dark hair between his thighs. I wondered if he was always this groomed or if he’d made a special effort for us.

“Do you want him to suck your dick?”

Chris dragged his teeth over his lower lip. He looked down at Jace, still mapping his body with his mouth and tongue, and dropped his head back on the pillow again.

“Yeah,” he said, voice fainter than it had been.

Jace scooted down, eager and hungry for it, and I smiled.

“Don’t make him come yet, baby.”

“I won’t.”

Jace kissed all over the column jutting between Chris’s thighs, showing it a lot of love. The tip of his tongue ran along every vein, traced the slit, and then went down to his balls.

Chris bit his fist. He also kept staring at me. Several times, his gaze flicked down to my erection as it slid down the thigh of my pants. I kept my legs spread and let him look. I wasn’t touching it just yet. I wondered what was going on behind those pretty brown eyes, but the mystery faded after Jace took him down his throat.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Chris breathed. He braced both hands on the back of Jace’s head, gently helping him along as he bucked his hips. “Jesus Christ, you can suck.”

I killed the rest of my beer and set it down. My heart was starting to race from the lust scorching through me.

“Can anyone usually deepthroat that big dick?”

“Nah. But I’m not really getting head on the reg—” A deep moan interrupted the sentence. “On the regular,” he breathed.

“That’s a real shame.”

My hand found its way over to the fly of my black pants, fingers tracing the outline of my erection. Part of me wanted to save all the savage force that would spark after I touched it for the first time all day, but the other part of me was entranced by this spectacle.

Chris’s hips lifted restlessly, chasing the hot wet suction of Jace’s mouth. His fingers tangled in long strands of silky dark hair, and his feet planted flat against the bed for leverage. Watching him fuck Jace’s mouth was everything. They looked so good together. It was always men my size who chased Jace—they wanted to force him down and play humiliation games with someone they viewed as a pretty little bitch boy. Sometimes he liked it, but it was getting old.

I could tell a lot of our usual games were getting old. What had once been an adventure was starting to seem like the same thing on repeat. But this? This was what he needed. Another person to stroke his hair and stare at him like he was the most beautiful person in the room. Or the whole damn city.

Jace eased off Chris with his big dark eyes totally dilated and expression wasted. No one had touched him yet, and he still looked like he was on the cusp of an orgasm. Get you a man who loves giving head that much. Just try it.

“You’re close,” he said knowingly, teasing Chris’s balls with his fingers. “I can feel you getting harder.”

Chris closed his eyes and took deep breaths. There wasn’t an ounce of self-consciousness in him as he reached down to grip the base of his dick.

“Come on,” he pleaded. “I’ll get hard again in a few.”

Oh, fuck yes. He was up for this. Literally and figuratively.

Jace’s eyes had grown very wide and his smile very very dirty. He put his fingers over Chris’s, jerking together in the saliva-slicked mess. A sigh of relief broke free of Chris’s lips. His half-smile returned as he settled into the rhythm and lifted his hips to hump their hands. He was so responsive and vocal. No hangups that I could see so far.

“What do you think, Aiden?” Jace asked, shooting me a sly smile.

I unzipped my fly. “I think I want to fuck you while you suck his dick, but right now I’m just enjoying the show.”

Jace sunk down again, opening his mouth for Chris, but Chris gave me a look that had my balls tightening. For someone so insecure, so nervous, he had a way with a smoldering stare. Maybe it was those intense brown eyes or how his mouth had the ability to curve up in a sexy way he was totally unaware of. Whatever his magic was, it prompted me to pull out my dick.

He looked down at it, then back to my face, as the wet sucking sounds of Jace’s mouth dominated the room. “There’s always later, right?” he asked with a gasp.

“You damn right,” I said.

My hand was a blur as I stroked myself in time with Jace’s head bobbing. I spit in my hand, wanting to feel what Chris was feeling, but knowing there was no way I could mimic Jace’s oral witchcraft.

Chris was coming apart, though. It wouldn’t be long. He was humping Jace’s face now, gripping his hair tighter, and trying his best to cram his dick way down Jace’s throat.

Jace complied, only coming up for air a couple of times, all while rolling Chris’s balls in his hands.

“Ah, fuck, yeah.” Chris flexed his hips up. “Almost there.”

His voice, so low and urgent and passionate, yanked me out of the chair. I strode across the room and clenched my hand in his shirt while I stoked myself. It didn’t ease the pressure building inside me, but being this close while he unraveled was the best. Especially since we were gazing at each other the moment he came so hard his body trembled and he thundered out a deep groan.

Jace made a humming sound and sat up on his haunches. He’d barely steadied himself before I impatiently hauled him over. There was no question as to what I wanted. He sat on Chris, straddling him, while I towered over them both and used his mouth.

I was harder on Jace, but my body was all razor wires and exposed nerve endings, and I wanted him to have both of us on his tongue.

“You like tasting us both, baby?” I gritted out.

Jace moaned around my dick. He whimpered and ground restlessly against Chris, who snapped out of his daze and stopped staring at me. Again with the zero hesitation as he pulled Jace’s dick out. He jerked Jace while Jace sucked me. The trifecta was complete when I leaned down just enough to capture Chris’s mouth.

I released jets of semen onto Jace’s tongue while digging my fingers into Chris’s short hair and sucking on his tongue. My piece slid from Jace’s mouth when he cried out and spilled all over Chris’s hand. His voice was velvet sex when he was caught in the throes, and it never failed to send shivers down my spine.

He melted onto the bed, boneless and smiling, and curling up in the sheets. “Imma take a quick nap.”

Chris laughed. “For real?”

“Mmhmm.” Jace kissed his chin. “Cat nap. Lightning fast sleep skills. Mattress Folk don’t fuck around.”

He closed his eyes, and I patted Chris on the back.

“I’m gonna shower. Why don’t you go get another beer?”

“Uh.” He scratched the back of his head, confused but calm. “Sure. Sounds good.”

I cracked a grin and chucked his chin. “He always does this. Trying to conserve energy.”

“For?”

“For later.”

I enjoyed the intrigued flash in his expression and headed to the bathroom.

I left the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around my waist. It was pretty obvious that I intended to get naked fairly soon, but at this point there was zero need for discretion. We were gonna fuck. Multiple times if I had it my way. Maybe Chris would stay the night. The very idea sent tingles through my body. Never in nearly twenty years of being with Jace had we let someone sleep over. Usually, it was playtime then farewell.

A peek into the bedroom showed Jace wasn’t the lightning fast nap taker he’d claimed to be. He was still curled up in a ball of deep olive skin and long black hair, so I left him alone. It wasn’t just the orgasm that had worn him out. It was two days’ worth of anxiety finally easing from his slight body.

Chris wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, but I found him in the kitchen. He’d unfortunately kept his jeans on even though they were sagging low due to the belt being undone. He was slumped on the counter, mostly bent over, with his face pressed against the quartz countertop. His phone was in his hand, but he wasn’t looking at it.

I came up behind him, padding barefoot on the tile, and pressed my crotch against his ass. He tensed, but didn’t pull away, even when I ran a hand up his spine before running my fingers through his dark hair.

“I’d love to fuck you right here.”

Chris pushed himself up and looked over his shoulder. His tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip. I was hard in a second.

“You better put like fifty ounces of lube on that dick of yours first. I’m not about that bleeding booty life.”

I snorted and patted his ass before moving to the refrigerator for another beer. “First off—not using lube doesn’t automatically mean an anal hemorrhage if you’re careful. Second—pretty sure you’re packing more meat than me, sweetheart. And I know for damn sure you plan to dick Jace down.”

Chris slumped down again, bracing his face against his folded arm, and watched me guzzle down a beer. “That’s different though.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a noob, and he’s a pro at getting dicked down?”

Again, I nearly choked. “He’s a pro?”

Chris cringed. “Wait, no. That sounds fucked up.”

I kept laughing, slapping my hand against the counter and trying not to spit beer out. “I can’t wait to tell him.”

“Aw, come on,” Chris complained, drawing himself to a stand. “You can’t go around using my bad jokes against me!”

“I sure as fuck can.”

He frowned and came around to my side of the counter. “You’ll be sorry if you do.”

“Oh yeah?” I drained the beer in another deep gulp and slammed it on the counter. One step, and I had him caged against the edge with my arms outstretched on either side. He didn’t lean away when I crushed our bodies together, but he wet his lips again. Nervous. “What’re you gonna do about it, tough guy?”

“Imma make youse tawk real fast so I can heah yuh accent.”

The perfect imitation of the Irish-Queens accent I could never shake caught me so off guard that my shoulders shook with laughter yet again. He looked so pleased with himself that I couldn’t help leaning in for a brief kiss. The bad news was that a single taste of him made my cock throb. The good news was that he instantly leaned in for more. He definitely wanted it.

“Ha.” I shifted ever so slightly and stood all up in his space, one of my knees between his thighs and my terry cloth-covered erection pressed against his side. “You think you’re funny?”

“Yup. I’m a comedian.”

“You’re fucking adorable.”

Chris’s lip lifted in that tough guy sneer. Between that and the cut through his eyebrow, maybe he could have pulled it off. If not for the fuckable mouth, long eyelashes, and cute nose.

“Dogs are adorable. Babies.”

“Nah. Untrue. Adorable means charming, and you’re charming all the blood to my dick right now.”

This time he laughed, and I could really just do this all night. Shoot the shit and make fun of each other while anticipating the moment when I split him open. Even if we didn’t get to it any time soon, hanging out with him was just fine.

“How are you single?”

Surprised washed over Chris, then embarrassment. He had an overgrown, rich motherfucker with a carrot top grinding all over him, and still found a way to look awkward. The insecurity was strong in this one. I kissed his jaw then the side of his mouth. He leaned in again, and slid his arm around me, hand dropping to my ass.

“Cuz there’s always plenty of better options around?”

I leaned back, staring down at him. “How you figure?”

Chris leaned back on the counter. He arched an eyebrow. “Let’s say I’m a girl, right?”

“Right.”

“Let’s say I’m a girl named Crystal. And I’m fucking gorgeous. Curly black hair down to a big ass, thick thighs, and an attitude that would send your whole squad home crying if you got on the wrong side of it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Let’s say you’re Chris, and you had a crush on Crystal since like ninth grade. And y’alls names were similar so that shit was like fate.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing and earnestly nodded. He winked.

“Bet. So me, as Crystal, thinks Chris is sweet as fuck. Especially since he impersonates my dad when calling the attendance office at school to keep truancy off my ass. He also does my homework sometimes, and he buys me bagels and Sunny D in the morning.”

“Sweetheart, I’m trying to be serious but you’re making it hard.”

Chris propped his elbows on the counter and made it a lot easier to grind on him. I buried my face into his neck for a minute, inhaling his cologne. He smelled edible.

“Nah, this is old shit. No emo-ness remaining from high school drama. Just play along.”

“All right.” I nodded seriously. “Go ahead.”

“Okay, so like I said, Chris is a real sweet friend. And kinda cute. I looked at him a certain way for a minute, even followed him to the handball court by his house one time and held his hand, but then . . . I saw what else I was working with.” Chris made his eyes go wide and looked to the left. “Oh, nice to meet you, Angel. Your blond hair is so pretty. And those light eyes of yours . . . But wait—who’s that?” Chris looked to the right and bit his lower lip again. “Oh fuck. Hi, Raymond. Are you a real person or a figment of someone’s dirty-ass fantasy? A big tall dude with long hair and a dick print that prominent shouldn’t be allowed unless they’re looking at me.”

Ahh, I saw where this was going.

“And did he look at her?”

Chris shook his head. “Nah. Ray was never one for sweating girls. They ended up being regular fuck buddies, but not until we were a lot older. Like . . . when Crystal was in college. She practically had to jump his oblivious ass.”

How anyone so fine could be unaware of the heads he turned was a mystery to me, but then . . . Raymond had probably been used to it.

“So, what happened with you and Crystal?”

Chris shrugged. “She ended up hanging out with Angel in high school, and also wound up permanently on Steph’s shit list. Me and Tonya were armed with popcorn waiting for that fight, but it never happened. Stephanie recovered by having threesomes with me and Ray.”

I couldn’t help it, I was laughing again. “Jesus Christ. You and your friends . . . I wish I’d been in your neighborhood, although I have like a decade on you. But, tell me more. Were you and Stephanie ever a thing?”

“Nope. She just enjoyed getting dirty with me. We all had a good time.”

“Uh-huh. And what about as an adult?” I pressed. “You have a good job, an apartment, you’re hot and funny. I repeat—how’re you single?”

Chris released the long suffering sigh of someone who was asked a certain question a lot. “I dunno, man. I just made a habit of it as a kid and never learned how to break it, I guess.”

It sounded more like his confidence had broken and he’d never reclaimed it. It was a goddamn shame. I pressed into him again, trailing wet kisses along his jaw. “Well, can’t say I’m sad about it.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

I bit his earlobe. “Because now your ass is mine.”

Chris swallowed so hard his throat clicked. I stepped away and grabbed his hand.

“Come back to bed with me. I wanna show you something.”

He pushed away from the counter. “What’s that?”

“How hard Jace comes when two dicks take turns on him.”

All jokes faded away as Chris’s lips parted. No sound came out, but between that and his dilated eyes, I knew I had him. He left his phone behind and followed me to the bedroom, stripping off his shirt without having to be asked. There was a tattoo on his shoulder I hadn’t noticed before—stylized versions of tragedy and comedy masks that looked like skulls. I glanced from the tattoo to his face, and saw his gaze was on Jace.

Jace was sex embodied in a very beautiful man. Even sleeping, with his sweatpants long abandoned and nothing but tiny black briefs hugging his round ass, he was captivating. The fact that he’d rolled onto his stomach so that ass was presented for us both to gaze at just made it better.

I dropped the towel and straddled Jace’s thighs as Chris looked on.

“What are you gonna do?”

I ran my palm up Jace’s smooth back before dropping down to his round ass cheeks. I tugged his underwear down, then pressed his cheeks apart so I could see his tight hole.

“I’m gonna wake him up.”

Playing with Jace was always a thrill, even after all this time, but it was better with an audience. With Chris it was ten times as hot.

I dipped my chest down and licked a stripe from the small of Jace’s back down to his ass, knowing Chris was watching with that smoldering stare. Knowing he was getting hard and probably gripping his dick.

Jace stirred, making a soft sound. It escalated into a full-on moan once I was tongue fucking him. Flicking the tip against his hole, then spearing it inside and driving in and out, making sure to massage those sensitive nerve endings and the hole that was always hungry for a dick, or a finger, or a tongue.

Jace groaned and shifted out of sleep easily. He drew his knees up and dipped his chest down so his ass was in the air, in the perfect position for me to torment. And I did. Made love to his sweet ass while he whined and humped the bed, trying to drag his dick against the mattress and panting in frustration when it didn’t work.

I felt more than saw Chris move closer. Glancing up, I first spotted the heavy curve of his dick in his boxer briefs, then the way he was smoothing hair out of Jace’s face. His fingers dragged down along Jace’s cheeks, thumb pressing against Jace’s bottom lip, as they stared at each other.

I smiled.

This was going to be fun.

Jace Fairbairn

---

Chris liked to touch, a fact that had me hooked on him from day one because I liked to be caressed, petted, fondled—anything to do with someone’s hands being all over me. And his were.

Even as he guided my face to his groin, he was stroking my hair and grazing his fingertips along my smooth jaw, all while staring down at me as if he was transfixed. There was a butterfly explosion in my stomach when he smiled. I covered it up by rubbing my face against his crotch, an invitation to fuck my face while Aiden played with my ass.

“Fingers or dildo?” Aiden asked in his low gravelly voice.

“Finger me,” I breathed against Chris’s dick. “Please?”

Aiden made a dirty humming sound and smacked my ass cheek. Chris’s hands tightened in my hair. I kept mouthing at him through the fabric, and loved the way he rocked against me as the damp spot grew.

“You’re so hot, Jace,” he muttered. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

I braced myself on one hand and used the other to tug the band of his underwear down. The slick head of his dick poked out, and my stomach coiled again. I’d just had it in my mouth a few minutes ago, but I was still hungry for more.

He didn’t stop me from licking the slit, but his grip did tighten once I lost my balance after Aiden shoved his long thick fingers into my ass. They were covered in lube—I could tell by the way he went from slowly pressing in to battering my hole and the sloppy squelching noise that followed.

“Oh . . .” I backed off Chris and let my face drop down to the mattress. “Yes.”

“Fuck, he’s into that,” Chris said hoarsely.

“He loves it. I can make him blow just from playing with his ass.”

“Don’t,” I panted. “Please, not yet.”

“Why not?” Aiden’s voice always got lower and rougher when he was turned on. Even more so when we had company. Like us playing with others unlocked a part of him that he usually kept secret. “Tell us what you want, baby.”

I panted as those fingers worked in and out, and then lost my mind once they found my sweet spot. My whole body vibrated, and when I tried to speak, a deep moan poured out.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Aiden growled. “Or I’ll play with this sweet ass until you blow your fucking load. Then you won’t be able to handle my dick being in you, will you?”

I shook my head desperately, but he had me on the brink already. Bastard.

My lips trembled as shockwave after shockwave rocked through me. I pried my eyes open and blearily looked up at Chris. He’d taken out his dick and was stroking it nice and slow. He had that same awed look on his face.

“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Take turns. And go really hard.”

Aiden moaned behind me. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He pulled his fingers out and tapped my opening with the fat head of his cock. I clenched as soon as it touched me, wanting it inside where I could clamp down on it, but he kept teasing me. Dragging the pre-come–slicked head along my ass cheeks and then pressing it to my hole.

I made an unhappy sound and kept watching Chris. He was biting his lower lip again, and wearing the dirtiest smirk I’d ever seen on him. He’d gone from staring at me to watching Aiden drizzle more lube all over my ass. Those big brown eyes lit up once Aiden’s cock prodded and pushed inside.

Big hands pushed my cheeks apart, and then Aiden was plunging in deep and hard.

“Yeah,” Chris whispered. He stroked himself faster, staring at Aiden as he pounded me without mercy. “Fuck that ass.”

I shuddered again, the same rolling wave of lust that had swept through me earlier, and pushed back on Aiden. My pulse was pounding in my ears, my entire body buzzing from what was to come, and I already felt my balls drawing up tight.

Too soon.

“Suck his dick, baby.” Aiden roughly grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my chin up so my mouth was level with Chris. “Slick it up and get him ready for his turn.”

A spasm went through Chris’s hand, and moisture pooled at his tip. It was so much I thought maybe he was coming, a concern punctuated by the way he tilted his head back and groaned, but it was just a steady trickle of pre-come. I licked it greedily, then took the whole length down my throat once again. I loved his taste. The heady smell of his musk. He was perfect.

When he started sliding in and out of my mouth, his earlier hesitance was gone. There was urgency in his movements, a desperate need to cram himself in deep and use my throat. My lips stretched around the base, burying in his dark pubic hair, and I widened my jaw to accommodate his size.

“So good,” Chris whispered. “Such a good fucking boy.”

I groaned around him. How did he know those were the exact words to use to make me want to throw myself at his feet? Maybe Aiden had told him. Or maybe he was a fast learner. Either way, there was nothing more beautiful than hearing Aiden’s deep voice become a growl as he pounded into me while I panted around the thick cock dragging across my tongue.

Chris’s hand replaced Aiden’s in the tangle of my sweaty hair, yanking me back and forth on his dick. Then Aiden grabbed Chris’s neck, and their faces crushed together in a frantic kiss while using me on both ends. The heat that exploded in me resulted in me once again almost ejaculating without anyone even touching my erection.

I squeezed around Aiden. He released a strangled groan and pulled out.

“Too close,” he said, laughing. “My baby knows how to milk it just right.”

Chris eased out of my mouth. I made a little sound of protest, chasing his saliva-covered dick, but he dragged me up by a handful of hair and slid his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me so hard I lost my breath, getting dizzy and drunk on both the invasion and the fact that he could likely taste his own excitement on my tongue.

Aiden’s hand slid up my back before coaxing me away from Chris. He manhandled my shirt off and tossed it across the room, running kisses from my shoulder up to my throat before dragging Chris in for a sloppy threeway kiss. The slicking of three tongues was so dirtily romantic that I never wanted it to end, but it did with another hard slap on my ass.

Aiden drew away, his chest heaving. “Your turn,” he said to Chris.

My heart began to beat more violently out of my chest, pulse erratic and the blood rushing enough to once again pound in my ears. Chris flipped me onto my back and dragged me forward by the undersides of my knees. He’d shed all his clothes by now, and was crouched at the foot of the bed with one hand gripping the base of his dick while his eyes wandered all over me.

“Hold his legs,” he uttered, flicking a look at Aiden.

Aiden complied with a quiet laugh, and pulled my legs back and apart so Chris could slide into me with my ass fully spread and exposed. He was so big. Even with the lube, and with Aiden having stretched me out a minute ago, there was a burn as my ass accommodated his girth. The combination of that burn, Aiden’s gripping fingers, and the pulsing length sinking further into me, had my entire body on fire.

I gasped at the sensation of Chris stuffing himself inside of me, of the way he fucked past the resistance before working his way into a hip rocking rhythm that knocked all coherency from my brain. I usually loved being on my hands and knees, but there was no way I would have been able to keep myself upright with Chris turning me out this beautifully with a cock that big.

“Oh God,” I cried out. “Oh my fucking God, Chris.”

“He’s perfect, right, baby?” Aiden’s voice was just as wrecked as mine. I looked at him to find his gaze fixed on Chris, pupils fully blown and face flushed. “Look at him move that ass . . .”

Mmm. My Aiden. I could practically hear his thought process. If Chris could move his ass with this much skill while pumping into me, how would he move it while Aiden was inside him?

“You’ll get your turn, greedy,” I panted. “He’s mine right now.”

Aiden flashed a savage grin. He released my legs and leaned down to kiss me as Chris started moving faster. He grabbed my legs where Aiden had released them, and pushed harder, faster, our flesh slapping together as he drove me into the wrecked and sweaty mattress. My body bounced against his, but I couldn’t even bring myself to slam up against him. The feel of him taking me this urgently, this desperately, was driving me into a state of delirium where nothing mattered but the feel of two sets of hands on my body and the need to come. Nothing mattered but the feel of Chris, handsome charming sweet Chris, taking me so thoroughly that awareness of the rest of the world faded away.

There was nothing but sweat slicked skin, Aiden’s dick once again prodding my lips until I opened wide for him, and Chris relentlessly pounding into me. He was stabbing against my prostate with each intrusion now, and he likely didn’t even know it. He couldn’t hear the sharp cries that were being muffled by Aiden’s dick lodging in my throat, and he didn’t see it in my tearing eyes or trembling lips because the two of them were passionately kissing again.

It was that moment—with them tonguing each other while deep inside me, that ripped my orgasm free. It hit me like a freight train, and I had to pull my mouth off Aiden to release the agonized wails erupting from my chest. When it was over, I relaxed against the bed.

Chris had stilled inside me. “You good?”

“Gimme a second,” I whispered faintly. “Just pull out for now.”

He complied instantly, still holding my leg up, and kissed my ankle. How was he so perfect?

“Christ, Jace,” Aiden said, a throb in his voice. He dragged his fingers through the mess I’d made all over my chest and stomach. “That’s some load.”

I laughed breathlessly, toes and fingers still clenched in the sheets. “Your fault. Both of you.”

“No one even touched your dick,” Chris said, looking awed.

“You were hitting it just right,” I said, still smiling dreamily. “And you were hot together . . . mmm.”

“Damn.” Chris let my legs down but he kept stroking my skin, kept gazing down at me in fascination. “You look so good right now.”

“Naked and sweaty and covered in handprints and come?”

“Yup.”

I grinned wickedly.

Aiden flashed another savage smile. “That will be you soon, Christopher. Your turn to be on your back.”

Christopher Mendez

---

I’d known this moment was coming. Anticipation and dread caused my erection, which had just been hard enough to hurt after I’d pulled out of Jace, to soften a bit.

“We’ll take good care of you,” Jace promised. He pushed himself up onto his knees. “And make sure you nut just as hard as I did.”

Oh fuck. That sounded great. If my clenching stomach and nerves allowed me to calm enough to let it happen. I’d been pegged three times in my life. Twice by Steph (once with Raymond, once with just me and her), and another time by some girl I’d met on OkCupid. I’d dug it all three times.

However, there was a difference between letting someone work me over with a toy and having a big dick lodged in my ass while a football player-looking dude held me down. And Aiden was staring at me so wolfishly, I suspected he was gonna ride me hard. Hard like I’d just ridden Jace.

How was something so fear-inducing also so damn hot?

“Bet,” I said. “Get that dick in me before I psych myself out, bro.”

“You got it, man.”

“You guys are soooo tough,” Jace teased. “Get that dick in my ass, bro.”

Aiden slapped his ass. I snorted out a laugh that helped ease the tension of taking Jace’s place in the center of the bed on my back. My dick was half hard now, but Jace took care of that in record time. While Aiden settled between my thighs with a bottle of lube, Jace went to town sucking me. He gave me the kind of attentive blowjob that had saliva sliding down my shaft and pooling in my pubic hair.

I buried a hand in his hair, guiding him faster, and met Aiden’s eyes. He didn’t look scary or intimidating. He just looked hungry. For me. They both were. I smiled. Aiden winked.

“You ready?”

I nodded.

“You sure?”

“Man, if you don’t quit wasting time and fuck me . . .”

Aiden grinned, a white-toothed promise, and slid two of his lube-covered fingers into my ass. My body immediately was like nope, and clamped down so tight Aiden had to force them in. It didn’t even hurt, not with just his fingers, but it was the awareness that something was in a place where stuff didn’t usually go that had my body balking even as my dick pulsed in Jace’s mouth.

“Relax, sweetheart.”

“I’m trying.”

I licked my lips and tilted my head back, eyes closed as Jace deepthroated me. The feel of his nose hitting my groin, and my dick tapping the back of his throat, was enough of a thrill for the rest of my body to relax. Aiden started up a nice little rhythm, plunging his fingers in and out and reaching for the spot that seemed to drive Jace wild.

When he found it, my entire body jackknifed. Jace gagged around my dick but didn’t pull off.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

“That’s it, Chris,” Aiden murmured. He moved his fingers faster, toying with the little nub until my entire body was trembling. “You like that, right?”

“Uh-huh,” I gasped out intelligently. “Don’t stop.”

“Gotta stop.” Aiden slid his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his dick. “So I can fuck you.”

My body slammed shut again. Clenching. Goddamnit.

Aiden tsked and loomed over me, his broad muscular body glinting with sweat. He slid his fingers in again, fingering me faster and rougher this time, more impatient. The teasing comments lapsed off until there was nothing but the wet sound of Jace’s mouth moving over me and the slap of Aiden’s fingers plunging in and out of me.

My head lolled to the side, mouth gaping. I managed a languid moan only after Aiden ripped his fingers out and slapped them against my hole.

“You better fucking behave this time,” he panted. “Because I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.”

Jace pulled off my dick, jacking it but not sucking, and watched. He was grinning, devilish and excited and a mess. There was no way they wanted me this bad. No way this was my—

“Oh shit.”

Aiden’s cock was half shoved in my ass before I was ready, but there was less resistance once he was inside me. I squeezed around him. Hard.

“Yeah, choke that dick,” he gasped. “Squeeze it.”

“I—fuck.”

Aiden slammed his hips again, sinking deeper. He jolted my words into oblivion. Now I knew exactly how Jace felt, speared deep and spread open completely. For the next few minutes, there was nothing in the world but Aiden using me as a fucking fleshlight. He yanked me back and forth roughly while riding my ass, and I was so stunned by mind blowing pleasure, that I just took it. I lay there limply while clenching and tearing at the sheet, and let him use me.

Jace licked at my mouth, spurring me into a messy kiss, before pulling away.

“I want to see him on his knees,” he declared, looking up at Aiden. “Pull out.”

Aiden shook his head. “So close.”

“Just do it.”

Aiden eased out of me with a loud grunt, and I was momentarily at a loss. The tingling was new, but so was the way I clenched down to try to trap him inside me.

“Guess I like being fucked,” I said hoarsely.

“Then flip over so I can get back to it.”

I complied with no delay, assuming the position Jace had been in earlier, with my forearms pressed to the bed while my knees were pulled up and my ass exposed. There was no more clenching to deny the intrusion, and I grinned when Aiden slid back inside and fully seated himself.

“Fuck yeah.”

Aiden grabbed a handful of my short hair and jerked my head back so he could rumble in my ear. “Tell me you like it.”

“Bro, I fucking love it.”

He kissed my ear, then the side of my face, and back up again, all while working up to a steady rocking. “I’m about to fill you up, so show me what that ass can do.”

“Yes,” Jace hissed. “That’s what I want to see.”

Aiden pushed my face away from him and grabbed my shoulders. He started in on me hard from the start, powering through and obliterating my nerves, as I panted open mouthed and rocked back on him.

It wasn’t enough.

Rocking turned into me riding back onto his dick so that his hips slapped against my ass loudly in the silent room. He stopped gripping my shoulders in favor of grabbing my hips.

“Oh yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Just like that, Chris.”

I managed to keep the ass-clapping rhythm until Jace reached beneath me and started with the earthshattering hand job again. Jesus Christ, they were trying to kill me.

“I’m—”

I didn’t even get the word out before my orgasm tore through me—lighting me up with explosions of pleasure that whited out my vision. Aiden shoved my head down and went harder, his pace punishing, until he rammed in as far as he could go and came with a shout.

He stayed lodged in me for several seconds as we both panted harshly. Then Jace clapped.

“Standing ovation!”

I collapsed onto my stomach with a grunt, and Aiden pulled out. Now that my world was no longer being rocked, I could feel the soreness in my ass.

“Fuck.”

Jace rolled me onto my back, smiling. “Verdict?”

I glanced at him and then up at Aiden. He was biting his lower lip and regarding me from beneath his lashes. Quiet and intense.

“Uh. Pretty sure y’all ruined me for fucking other people?”

Jace thrusted his fist up in triumph. Aiden’s mouth curved into a tiny smile. He slapped my thigh.

“Scoot over.”

I obeyed, and he dropped down next to me. Jace cuddled up on my other side. We lapsed into silence while I tried to figure out if the tingling in my body would ever stop. Right now, it still felt like I was lit up.

“So . . .”

Jace propped his chin onto my chest. “So, what?”

I looked at him and then hazarded a glance at Aiden. He was still eyeballing me silently, and generally being a weirdo.

“So, what now?”

“What do you wanna do now?” Aiden asked.

Jace raised an eyebrow at his husband.

I shrugged and shifted on the bed. “Why is it up to me?”

“You’re the guest,” Jace said. “And Aiden is testing the waters.”

Aiden scowled. “Shut up, Jace.”

“You are, though.”

I snorted out a laugh. “Okay, well, can we clean up and then watch the fight? Also, I ordered pizza and wings while Aiden was in the shower so that shit should be here any minute.”

Jace pressed his face into my neck. “You’re my favorite person besides Aiden. It’s official. And you better have gotten the hottest wings.”

“What else would I get?” I looked between them, and winked at Aiden. “I got two pizzas because I heard you be eating like a machine. Also, we might get hungry again later . . .”

The weird guardedness left Aiden’s face, and that mischievous smile took over again. He pulled me into a slow, firm kiss, and backed off with a swipe of his tongue across my mouth.

“You staying all night, right?”

I tried to act like this was totally normal, like I had two hot-as-hell rich dudes hugging up on me and slicking all our bodily fluids together all the time, and shrugged casually. “If you want me to?”

Jace latched on tighter. “We do.”

“Then I don’t have nowhere else to be.”

Jace fist pumped again, and Aiden kissed the side of my forehead.

Eventually, I’d tell them they’d just given me the best damn night of my life. But right now I was all about that pizza.